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Poetry, paint, odd shards of skewed wisdom, an irksome smugness in leaving England, tendency to slip into Lycra, keeping my common voice out of the discourse.
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Blossoms burst
Like galaxies

Morning’s thirst
Slaked by trees

New day cursed
All broken, he’s

A poet, worse
On failing knees

Lips are pursed
Face will freeze

Came in first
He aims to please

Life reversed
Just for your ease

He’s like his erst
-while nemeses

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The night garden. on black board.

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I stand sockless
At 4.30am
A sickly yellow bulb jabs
At brittle eyes

like the wrong dream
sudden nothingness
Walking through slabs of light
it should be dark

I grasp at the memory of furniture
with comic timing
Terracotta tiles swoon up
To meet unbroken bones

Morn

3 11

An Orkney Saga, parts 1 to 4. After a bad few days doodling up a cul de sac feeling a little better now. Even though I’ve run out of flake white.

1 5

What a vastness
Of a void
I watch the flicker
Of street lamps
Annoyed
At morning’s sluggishness
Prevaricating amongst the shrubs
This stillness
Is oppressive
And the fast food tubs
And stubbed out stubs
Are places
On my pre-dawn map

Morn

1 10

This hill makes mincemeat
Of my hams
A cycle shop
A mill and dam
A little bell stop a school
A sandwich shop
& me the fool in bottom gear
With head bent low
& weight of the world
Like undertow at Worsbrough top
No crowds come out
Just blood to burst
& dizzy doubt

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Why paint this living life
With lemon, cadmium red?
When evolution bleeds
With love from wounded dead

Cerulean and ochre
Greens that tend to grey
Why paint life into death
When the living cannot pay?

Morn



Like another green world.

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Hope is like a poppy plucked
Precarious and doomed
A tissue dipped in vibrant blood
Wasteland life resumed

Hopelessness comes later
When the poppy, in a vase
Quickly sheds its glowing face
And bleeds as red as Mars

Morn

4 11

A61
The battler’s trunk
A61
A North-South bunk
A61
A punish-pass Rover
A61
And I’m under and over
A61
A Birdwell street
A61
Cyclists retreat
A61
Life’s long song
A61
Two right-turns: wrong
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In detritus I pedal
A61
Victory without medal

Morn

1 4

Weeping with pleasure. Last in the series of earthy red garden paintings using dried up oil paint and acrylic mixed with a slick medium in a mysterious bottle retrieved from a skip. What next, though? (carbon reduction scheme!)

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